I am digging my claws in and not budging an inch. Finally I seem to have gained a permanent home in a good neighborhood, a good schedule, and a healthy disposition. Addie and I have taken up residence in the highly sought after, cooler than you but not trying to be, tree lined, Italian flag painted, vinyl sided, overly caffeinated, booze saturated, neighborhood of Williamsburg. We have found ourselves in a two family home on a quiet street which most importantly has its own stoop. The apartment itself is normal in such a way that you have already seen it, two bedroom, a living room, a kitchen, some hardwood floors, enough windows to keep it light… you have seen it a hundred times in your life, it is to a T, an apartment. Outside though… outside is another story all together. Stairs. Big wonderful stairs that perch above our street and below our trees and happen to be the ideal spot to drink a beer, eat a baguette, read a book, talk to friends, and people watch. Summer evenings and mornings should always be based around a fine stoop, and it’s nice to find that friends flock to stoops (and beer) like moths to a flame. What’s even better is Jack the Terrier who graces us occasionally with his regal self lounging across our bottom step, it’s nice to once again have a good dog around, even better when you don’t have to walk, feed, or clean up after him. Swing by sometime and grab a beer, there are plenty of steps to pull up and take a load off. Soon enough Addie will have finished her Stair Chair creation, a chair with the back two legs chopped to the level of the stairs so you can sit it on the stoop anywhere and sit properly. Diagrams and instructions to follow some day.
I am going to attempt to shorten my posts in order to make them more frequent. While a novel length post summarizing all of the previous months is more convenient, I don’t think it is able to strike the finer points of a story. So for tomorrow: the distillery, and a cognac tasting at Daniel.
Pictures to come as soon as I gather them from my herd of electronic companions which are apparently frying my brain with radio waves. Until then, please enjoy this song from Wye Oak, my current obsession. You need this album.